7. Mia Dante

Cielo sat up from the bed, resting her back on the headrest. Her head was pounding slowly as she stared around the room. It looked strange to her. This wasn't her room. It was beautifully painted and decorated with white and a touch of light blue. The pieces of furniture in the room were made of maple and gold. Her head was blank as she stared at the round in awe.

“Finally awake?” that one voice she was trying not to get used to asking. She spun and saw him sitting on a chair by the edge of the bed. How didn't she see him since?

“You. What are you doing here?” She questioned and he chuckled.

“You are in my house. This is one of my guest rooms,” he answered and she almost screamed. She was in his house!

She stared at his face for any sign to show that he was joking but found none. His face was hard as stone. She looked around the room again. The blanket she was covered with was all soft and smooth. It all made sense now.

“How did I get here?” She questioned.

“You passed out.”

“What?” Sh